Turned
One moment in time, time reels in the glory of the day. Sun dappling across the leaves above your head, forever still and lifeless in your hair, the grass between your toes, the breeze lingering on your lips. Time stands still for the trees, gently disturbed by summer's gust, life in their bellies of soft bark and moist earth. The kiss of darkness that shades your tired eyes from rays of assertive light. The feel of the planet you rest on, slowly, ever slowly turning with the seasons. Time is not a clock, the clicking of hands, time is a state of mind, where time has not turned.
One moment in time, time reels in the glory of the day. Sun dappling across the leaves above your head, forever still and lifeless in your hair, the grass between your toes, the breeze lingering on your lips. Time stands still for the trees, gently disturbed by summer's gust, life in their bellies of soft bark and moist earth. The kiss of darkness that shades your tired eyes from rays of assertive light. The feel of the planet you rest on, slowly, ever slowly turning with the seasons. Time is not a clock, the clicking of hands, time is a state of mind, where time has not turned.
